I know I still love you because I do.
Because when you talk to me I still have that feeling that I might faint any minute soon.
I do because I still write poems about you.
I spend the night forming coherent words for the unlikely encounter tomorrow at school.
I know because I can still hear that thump thump thump whenever you come close,
and that erratic breathing coming out through my nose.
It's the way I can't concentrate during Algebra,
because instead of numbers and figures I think of You.
I know because I wouldn't be up this late.
Trust me, I still do.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
I know I still love you because I do.
Because when you talk to me I still have that feeling that I might faint any minute soon.
I do because I still write poems about you.
I spend the night forming coherent words for the unlikely encounter tomorrow at school.
I know because I can still hear that thump thump thump whenever you come close,
and that erratic breathing coming out through my nose.
It's the way I can't concentrate during Algebra,
because instead of numbers and figures I think of You.
I know because I wouldn't be up this late.
Trust me, I still do.
